He suckled my breast for so long that I was soon arching my chest to meet his mouth thrush. He didn't mind that we hadn't been talking or that I didn't give him permission to touch me. And I was allowing him.

To me, I wanted to reach a peak not acting with how I did it. I was only giving him the privilege because he is my husband and I am not a pig like him.

He dragged, pulled and suckled my nipples until I am certain they would be pink and swollen by now. I felt his hardness push my legs, and it was frightening. I separated my...